The Looking Glass (Part 7)
Tia
Buffy hadn’t meant to walk so late at night. She had avoided being
outside at night at all costs but this being her second day on the job,
the manager, a nice middle aged woman named Jane had told her to leave
early so she could have some rest before she had to go to her waitressing
job. As she walked the six blocks to her apartment she suddenly noticed
how quiet everything was. That quiet had been disturbed a minute later
when a scream had ripped through the air. Buffy couldn’t ignore it.
//you didn’t say you wouldn’t help if it was needed// she thought to
herself as she ran to where the scream had come from.
All she had seen when she had reached the spot was the woman with the
long blond hair trying to stop the bleeding from her neck. A moment
later she had heard two gunshots from the cute guy with the shoulder
length brown hair holding the gun. She couldn’t see who had been shot,
they were still in the shadows but she could guess that it was definitely
a vampire judging from the wound on the woman's neck.
The woman had voiced what had happened briefly and then Buffy had heard a
voice she had hoped she would never hear again. William the Bloody aka
Spike. He of course was on a self-pity gig having been shot only minutes
before and he had had the nerve to suggest that she wasn’t doing her job.
Which she wasn’t of course but still, he had some nerve.
The cute guy had interrupted her glaring match with her nemesis
“Who or what are you?”
“Who the hell are you?” she retaliated
“We were just out for a walk when your friend there attacked my wife” his
voice wasn’t even shaky which Buffy always found suspicious. Panic was
ok, it was expected but people who controlled their reactions were hiding
something which only meant trouble.
“I’m young, not stupid” she said “People out for a walk in the
friendliest city there is do not carry guns with them. Besides, he’s not
my friend, rather the opposite”
“I agree” said Spike, who was checking to see if his wounds are healed
“the lady over there is strong and his aim is better than the average
street cop or government I’ve encountered.”
Buffy glared at him, she didn’t feel like making peace at the moment.
It was the woman who spoke, she seemed subdued “I’m Nikita and that’s
Michael. We work for a section separate from the government of Canada
and America. We are investigating bizarre murders that have occurred in
the city.” she spoke with a strong Australian accent.
“Nikita!” Michael spoke harshly just as Buffy burst out laughing.
They stared at her as she laughed till tears ran down her face.
“I’m sorry” she said breathlessly when she had finished “you have to
understand, I’ve dealt with bizarre murders everyday in my job. Nobody
ever notices and if they do they look the other way. Maybe you should
leave the job to me.” she saw the look on Michael face “fine, have it
your way. Let me guess, bodies found with all the blood sucked out of
them?”
Nikita nodded “How did you know?”
“Like I said, it’s my job. Hi nice to meet ya, I’m Buffy, Vampire Slayer
extrodinaire”
Spike snorted “What’s so extraordinary about slayers? I’ve killed two,
they’re all the same.”
“I beat your sorry ass a couple hundred times didn’t I?”
“Well,” said Spike as he took out a cigarette “you’re a bit of an
exception to the rule now aren’t you. A slayer with family and friends,
who ever heard of that?”
Michael was getting angry now “What’s a slayer? Vampires don’t exist”
Spike flashed his demon faced briefly “I’m a vampire, and I assure you, I
exist. About 500 years ago; don’t look at me like that slayer, you know
I’m not that old; Everybody believed in vampires. But eventually people
stopped believing because vampires stopped leaving their victims alive to
tell. Society started looking the other way when bodies were found
drained of all blood. It’s just the way it is. It makes it easier on me
anyway. They used to have vampire raids where they’d wipe out entire
covens”
Buffy sighed “Ah... the good old days. Now they just blame the person
who’s closest to the victim at the time of death or around when bad
things happens, which is usually yours truly.”
Nikita raised an eyebrow “Are you people insane?”
Buffy opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, a mass of
swirling colours appeared before them.
Four jaws simutaniously dropped.
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